MATCH DAY 2 – Bordeaux

Wales v Fiji

Just what you need when you wake up after not enough sleep and probably a little too much to drink – a 650km drive to your next destination, but what’s 6 hours in the car between friends.

We roused the troops and packed them off to their own accommodation and then set about getting the BBT out of its overnight resting place. We drove round in circles until the Satnav got a grip and then waved goodbye to Marseille and headed for Bordeaux. Catering was very restrained and only asked me twice whether I had my phone with me.

The journey was uneventful apart from a mid-point discussion about my driving technique (Catering is not what you’d call a passive passenger) until we reached our destination, and all I am going to say is that some French car parks are on the snug side and were probably not built with the BBT in mind. I emerged from the car park somewhat sweaty and in need of a stiff drink having successfully (it was touch & go at one point) parked our vehicle.

Where to begin with Wales v Fiji. On the way there we questioned the sanity of driving 650km for a rugby match, when we could have quite easily stayed in Marseille drinking rosé and catching up with friends, but OMG what a match. Delighted we didn’t sell the tickets, as it has been the best match of the tournament so far. Just brilliant and yes Fiji, you were let down by the officials and Wales I hope you know how bloody lucky you are. Access to and from the stadium was great, many trams, many buses and lots of lovely helpful volunteers. The only slight technical hitch on the organisational front was that although you could buy beer both outside and inside the stadium, you weren’t allowed to carry beer purchased outside the stadium into the stadium. The logic in that still escapes me.

So having done the very time efficient purchasing of 2 beers each as we headed into the stadium, we then had to speed drink said beers before we were allowed to go in and find our seats – spent much of the 1st half burping, much to surprise of elegant French lady sat next to me.

What do you mean I have to down this in one before I can go any further!

Another great stadium and perfect match-watching weather, how lucky are we.

After all the excitement of the match & what was quite a long day, eating was not top of our agenda, which was just as well because Bordeaux at midnight on a Sunday doesn’t have a lot to offer. It does however have a great place for breakfast “She & Him” supplied just what I was looking for in terms of sustenance ahead of steeling myself for Catering getting the BBT out of the bloody underground car park.

Heaven on a plate